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Flawless


A line of coal across the lid A swipe of black added to the lash Loose curls cascading down Don't look in the mirror they said Conceited A ratty old Tee The mane of curls tied in a knot Torn faded blue jeans hugging at the waist Don't look in the mirror they said Ugly But today was a new day The insecurities continued to whisper in her ear Don't look in the Mirror Monster She decided not to listen She slowly raised her eyes The girl stared back at her She was not conceited She was not ugly Nor was she a monster She was a girl The reflection spoke those simple words In that breath taking moment I was flawless
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